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“You mean that?”

“I do.”

“We haven’t talked about marriage and what a life together will look like,” I said.

“Is that what’s worrying you?” He had the audacity to laugh and I would’ve smacked him, but I didn’t want to remove my hands from my death grip on the seat rest.

“Let’s talk about it now,” he suggested. He pulled out a pen from his suit breast pocket and retrieved a pad of paper from his briefcase. He looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

“I have to go first?”

“This was your idea.”

I glared at him. “You think you’re hilarious.”

“Not at all. I’m listening, Barrett, go ahead.”

“Prenup. I’d like a prenup.”

“We’ll deal with a post-nup when we get back. Next.”

“Children. Do you want them?”

“I hadn’t thought much about it. I assumed…eventually. Aye. Do you?”

My gaze dropped to my lap when I shook my head.

“You don’t want children? Or you don’t wantmychildren?”

“I don’t want children in general,” I stated, forcing myself to look at him. “Oh God, I couldn’t bear it if you thought I didn’t want your children.”

He let out a breath. “Can I ask…why? Why don’t you want them?”

“I just don’t. I never saw my life with them in it. I don’t want to be a parent.” I bit my lip in worry. “Does that change—do you still want to marry me?”

His smile was gentle and sweet. “There are a lot of amazing things in life that don’t include children. Aye, Barrett, I still want to marry you.” He leaned over to kiss my lips. “You ready for that champagne? We made it to thirty-thousand feet.”

Chapter 33

“You’re drunk,” Flynn said.

I snuggled against him, running my hand up and down his chest. “Yes.”

“I like you drunk.”

My hands continued to wander. Flynn’s lips grazed my ear, and he whispered, “Save it for when we’re alone.”

“What’s the point of a private plane if I can’t grope you in it?”

“You make a strange sort of sense,” Flynn said but gripped my hands to stop their wandering.

I harrumphed, causing him to laugh. “Where are we staying?”

“The Bellagio.”

“Fancy.”

When we landed, it was dark, and I was coming down from the champagne. I slid into the waiting limo and Flynn climbed in next to me. Jason closed the door before sitting up front with Brad who was driving.